As she slipped her fingers inside herself, she could feel how wet she was and she knew then, that she was ready for Joaquim to enter her again.With on... last lick of his length, the bartender stood up and spun around, her upper body falling forward onto the kitchen counter. The hem of Joaquim’s oversized shirt rode up exposing a narrow but firm little ass, which framed her small, thin-lipped young pussy—slick and ready.“Fuck me like you fucked me last night,” her lusty tone somewhere between. The barn was mostly dark, except for a circle of light in the centre. The man led me into the light and told me to kneel. I kneeled and felt him shackle my ankles to the rough concrete floor. He grabbed my hair and roughly pulled me forward so I ended up on my hands and knees. He then shackled my wrists to the floor. I felt him attach a chain to my collar, so I was forced in this kneeling position. I couldn’t get up and I couldn’t lay down and curl up.He walked out of the light. I just sat. We looked at each other. I pressed my thumb against her lips. She pursed them tight against the gentle pressure. She leaned away from me a bit more. I pushed my thumb harder against her mouth, pulling her back to me with my hand against her neck. It felt like when a rubber band snaps. Like when a balloon pops. Like when something is taut with strain and pressure and then suddenly breaks, and becomes completely relaxed. Her body strained against my touch one last time, then her lips parted and. “Yes,” she continues. “Once is never enough.”She straddles me. The girlcock still buried inside her. As she grinds herself down onto the plastic cock I can see why guys like this position. As I watch her bounce up and down on me, her boobs jiggle about, at just the perfect height for me to reach my hands up to squeeze them, my thumbs brush her nipples as she arches her back.She reaches down, fingers caressing my right breast, thumb and finger gripping the nipple, pinching it as she rides me. I.